Nandayo *sexy jazz music*

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STRONG LANGUAGE, DON'T REPORT, SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY.

        Art club had just finished and you wandered the school (Shutoku High) aimlessly waiting for your mom to pick you up. She was running late again and you wondered if she was stuck at work again. You sighed as you called her again and it went straight to voice mail.

        "What is the point of having a phone if you never turn it on?" you grumbled to yourself as you kicked some dirt around.

        Ever since your mom got a new promotion and you moved to Japan she was always busy and you rarely saw her. After school you ended up spending a ton of time just exploring the school out of boredom while you waited for her to pick you up. You rolled your eyes and continued your exploration of the school. The school was quiet since all the club activities had ending like an hour ago. The school was still and you felt all alone. Thirsty, you stopped by the vending machines near the gym and bought a canned coffee. You sat down with on the dirt with you back against the gym when you heard loud thumping. One after another you would hear a loud thump come from the gym in a syncronized fashion. Curious you quickly dusted your uniform off and approached the door of the gym. Craning you neck to see you peered through the door to see a boy shooting 3-pointers, one after another. He sunk every single one and you watched in awe.

        "Dayyyyuuuummmm son." you called out, a little bit too loudly by mistake. You immediatly covered your mouth and searched for a place to hide. The clock work thumping of the made baskets stopped and you squealed as you searched for a nearby bush. "Quick, quick, quick... GAHHHHH I NEED A PLACE TO HIDE." you screeched as you flailed around. The boy stood by the door with confusion as you continued your panicked dance in front of him. "Oh shit." you whispered, noticing the boy. You laughed nervously and backed away from him, dropping your coffee and running. The boy stared at you, dumbfounded.

THE NEXT DAY

        You spent the entire day checking over your shoulder for the boy from the gym. You were still the new kid, and if word got out about what happened your street cred would be gone. You had managed to avoid him the entire day and you didn't hear any stories about the encounter so you relaxed. After school your mom was running late again so you wandered the school, staying clear of the boy's gym. You played with a cat by the music building for an hour as the sun set. The cat laid on its back and purred while you stratched its belly with a stick. Suddenly you heard someone chuckling behind you. Instinctively you started to tell the person off.

        "The fuck you want bi-" you quickly stopped, realizing that it was the boy from yesterday chuckling. You scrambled up, accidentily dropping the stick on the cat. It hissed and scratched you before running away. "LOOK WHAT YOU DID YOU IDIOT!" you roared at the boy as the cat fled.

        "My bad, nandayo." the boy said carelessly. His face was blank under his glasses and his green hair cast shadows on his face. "Say, aren't you the girl from yesterday, nandayo?" he questioned.

        "No." you lied. "That was someone else."

        "Was it?" he teased. "Nandayo." A smirk grew across his face and he played with the basketball in his hands.

        "It was." you snapped.

        "Nandayo."

        "Okay, it was me. Quit saying nandayo." you blushed lightly. The green haired boy stared at you and you couldn't help but notice his beautiful long eyelashes.

        "I knew it was you, nandayo." You rolled your eyes and glared at him.

        "Quit it would you?" you barked.

        "What, nandayo?" he retorted innocently. Your face turned red as you lunged at his throat.

        "QUIT SAYING NANDAYO YOU LITTLE BITCH!" you screamed, grasping for his throat.

        "WHAT DO YOU MEAN NANDAYO, I AM NOT SAYING NANDAYO, NANDAYO." the boy barked back.

        "JESUS CHRIST I'M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE FUCKTARD SHITFACE NO GOOD NANDAYO SUCK ASS MAMMA LICKER."

        "WHAT THE HELL, NANDAYO." The boy attempted to run away but you easily flying eagle tackled him to the dirt. You shook him yelling at him.

        "STOP IT." you cried as you shook him more. "FOR FUCK'S SAKE STOP IT." The boy pushed you over, tackling you to the ground.

        "I'M NOT SAYING ANYTHING!" he paused and you took a deep breath. He didn't say the word and a silent air hung between the two of you. You were about to apologize when he mumbled, "Nandayo" under his breath causing you to turn into a tri-gender fire wolf in spirit and attack him.

        "STOP."

        "NANDAYO."

        "STOP."

        "NANDAYO."

        "STOP IT GOD DAMN IT!" you screeched. Just then your mom pulled up in her car. You peered at the boy with hatred and got up and into your car, like nothing happened.

        "Who is that boy?" your mom questioned. "He is cute, he must be your boyfriend." She giggled as she started the gas.

        "Oh that's Midorima Shintaro. I think I have a crush on him." you mumbled, blushing. Your mom squealed with delight. You waved to Midorima out the window with a smile and he waved back, blowing you an air kiss.

        "I think I love her..." Midorima laughed, scratching the back of his head, think only of you. "Y/N is such a sweet girl, and she is so mild tempered." he added, 100% serious. "I think I'll ask her out tomorrow..." He grinned looking up at the sky with lovey dovey eyes. "Nandayo."

I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THE LANGUAGE, I HAD TO. P.S. I ACTUALLY LOVE MIDORIMA. He is kinda the best member of the GOM in my opinion. I just kinda hate how all the fanfictions are like NANDAYO, NANDAYO,  NANDAYO, NANDAYO, NANDAYO, FUCKING. NANDAYO. IT HAS A SIMILIAR MEANING TO "What is it" but I could be wrong. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this flawless fanfic. I ship Midorimax(Y/N) now after reading this *snorts*. Subscribe to see more of the shit that goes through my head.

      

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